Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's Getting Hectic, artist - The Brand New Heavies. Date of issue: 31.12.1991
Song language: English
It's Getting Hectic |
| I set if off by letting you know that I can flow to many beats |
| Similar to flu so freely |
| And you can say I’m getting kind of greedy |
| But so what 'cause I’m supplying the needy |
| Well some MC’s go for there it be I buried the |
| Remain of the other 'cause they suck incredibly |
| Superficial styles only last a little while |
| But they’ll never hold a candle to the Gangstarr profile |
| More than just wit and more than just intellect |
| And more than a gangster 'cause I kill wit a mic check |
| And I’m no the one wit the H on his back meaning the herb |
| I like the funky beats, I like the cur |
| Most likely in a blunt as I roll it really steady |
| Then I get mentally ready |
| Ans play a track from the heavies and mellow out |
| 'Cause my main objective is to be more effective |
| It’s getting hectic, it’s getting crazy |
| I’ts getting hectic, it’s getting wild (4x) |
| And when the mic stands free, I then step to the |
| Point of attack 'cause the track feels good to me And I intend to break ya out of your restraints |
| 'Cause you gain interest in my lines like I’m City Bank |
| And thanks to the Brand New Heavies and everyone |
| Who can dig the movement of the Guru, smooth and |
| Proving that I’m the relevent, eloquent one |
| Suckers getting whoopings like they’re all my sons |
| Remembering rap from the days of it’s origin |
| The power of many men ascend from my pen |
| Dissing the ones wit the fame and claiming they’re hard |
| Yo, them, I disregard |
| 'Cause they ain’t all cracked up to what they should be Some like are wannabees and some like are wouldbees |
| And I’m getting vexed by the crap they project |
| They put in on wax and all their records still racks |
| Rearranging the script is my worst shift gear in a flash |
| Putting cash in a stash, ain’t nuttin funny, money |
| Much greater gifts, I receive, are those who are blessed |
| And me, I got a treasure chest |
| By all means protected at all times |
| you try to front and you’ll pay more than a small fine |
| I don’t brag about the stuff I did |
| I simply roll correctly, demolishing stupid kids |
| And they’re running off wit the lip and not accomplishing zip |
| I tell 'em, wake up son 'cause this is it Peep out the suckers who are faking |
| Flaking moves on the mic and in life |
| Strife is what I give them 'cause I’m living how I should be And you better move 'cause the groove is like deadly |
| And no, you ain’t all that and many ain’t legit |
| So I’m a put a mark for they get bust |
| Yo Gangstarr, 1991 into 92 and beyond |
| Lounging wit the Brand New heavies, |
| DJ Premier and the Guru from Brroklyn |
| Peace out |